Calculated Ruin

The house was quiet when Damon walked in.

Too quiet.

The kind of silence that made every step sound louder than it should.

It was past midnight. The lights were off except for one in the living room. A soft yellow glow that didn’t feel warm at all.

Vivian was there.

She didn’t sit.

She stood near the couch, arms wrapped around herself like she was holding something in. Her hair was loose and messy